Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Erin kept her head down, and the bodyguard didn’t dare to lean in closer. The sight of her returning was enough to put him at ease.

Fanny didn’t see any commotion breaking out behind her, and knew that her ploy had worked.

She truly didn’t expect the person Oliver sent to wash the toilets to help her at such a critical moment.

Perhaps the heavens couldn’t bear it any longer. The heavens wanted to give her a chance to seek revenge from the Channings.

Fanny walked to the door of the ward, where doctors streamed out incessantly.

She could overheartheir conversation about how the patient was in a dire condition, and that Mr. Channing wanted to hold a discussion with them. He even invited an expert.

“Mr. Channing would be able to live for another week or so. There’s still a chance, go for it!”

One week…

He could live another week.

So many people held him in such high regard, running around and doing all things for his sake-yet, her parents didn’t even have the chance of getting resuscitated.

Fanny tightened her grip over the broom, pretending to be sweeping the floor, when she was in fact fighting the urge to barge into the ward.

Thankfully, the doctors were slowly filing out of the ward.

the

remembered the doctors talking about having a discussion, and guessed that Oliver might have headed over early to

been working as one over the past three years, he still had his

her, he demonstrated even more techniques

that seeped

treated her like a treasure, hence why he had been so gentle and

was no

that this man had excellent medical ski Ils—and that was it. If he really treasured

herself, and gripped her broom

sterile ward. He had just completed his operation, and all of his vitals were in stable condition. There were many tubes sticking out of his body, and he looked like a toy

Fanny entered the ward, she

in front of Kenneth.

man alive. She was the only exception,

right

Oliver thought, Kenneth Channing wasn’t shocked when he saw Fanny. Instead,

“You…”

spewed from his oxygen mask when he spoke, making him look even more

smiled, the struggle and pain Oliver saw in her eyes before leaving the villa all but gone. Right now, overwhelming hatred was all that was

“I’ve come.”

ghost or a living person, she had